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  Something Borrowed

  Sean Ashcroft

  Copyright © 2018 by Sean Ashcroft

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Epilogue

  Claim Your Free Bonus Scene!

  A Letter from Sean

  Chapter One

  February 14th, 2015

  Blake laughed as Rusty ran down the hall after him, narrowly avoiding an older couple leaving their room as he raced to catch up.

  He waved the key card he’d stolen as he reached room 503, the one Rusty had told him he was staying in, slotting it into the lock and grinning as Rusty finally caught up. He planted both hands on Blake’s waist and squeezing tight as Blake turned the handle, both of them tumbling inside, laughter still ringing in Blake’s ears as the door swung closed behind them.

  Rusty twirled them both around, slamming Blake against the wall, fingers curling into the fabric of his sweater.

  “Can’t wait to see you naked,” Rusty murmured, his voice low and gravelly, eyes dark. Blake could have listened to him talk all day and never gotten tired of his accent. Who knew Aussies were so hot?

  Blake blushed at the thought of undressing, his stomach bottoming out. He liked the idea of getting naked with Rusty, but he’d never done this before. No matter how much he wanted it.

  He didn’t exactly want Rusty to know that he was a virgin. The fear that he might lose interest if he knew was too strong, and Blake wanted this too much. Being on vacation gave him the chance to have it without the entirety of Hope Springs knowing that he’d finally gotten laid, and with who, and at least a few of the details.

  It was a nice place, but it would always be a small town.

  “Don’t get all shy on me now,” Rusty coaxed. His lips looked so soft.

  Blake would have had to be an idiot to give up this opportunity.

  “You’re not gonna undress me?” he asked. “It is our wedding night.”

  Rusty chuckled. “I guess it is,” he said, hitching up the edge of Blake’s sweater. Both of their sweaters belonged to Blake, since Rusty had assumed it’d be warmer in Vegas in February and had started freezing his butt off the moment the sun went down.

  Apparently, it was over a hundred degrees back in Australia. All he’d brought with him was a leather jacket and a collection of band t-shirts.

  It was kind of adorable.

  “Hard to pass up a deal like that,” Blake agreed, thinking back to the gaudy flyers that had started them down this path. To Rusty grabbing his hand and laughing, his eyes sparkling, the soft, almost sincere way he’d asked Blake to marry him.

  Rusty splayed his hand over Blake’s stomach, the calluses on his thumb and index finger catching on the soft skin there.

  Maybe getting married in Vegas on a whim to a musician from another country was a little cliché, but at least it’d make a great story when he got home.

  Besides, it wasn’t as though it was legal. Rusty couldn’t legally marry a man. It was just for fun, and Blake was having fun.

  He was about to have a whole lot more.

  Rusty lifted his sweater up, goose bumps rising all over Blake’s skin as it was exposed. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of being naked in front of Rusty, but he wanted this. Aside from wanting to get his first time over and done with so he wouldn’t have to be nervous anymore, he wanted Rusty.

  There was a spark between them, a feeling that made him smile every time he looked at him, a connection tugging at his heart—and other places—whenever they made eye contact.

  He was already half-hard just thinking about it.

  Rusty whistled lowly as he pulled Blake’s sweater off over his head and tossed it aside. “I knew you’d be cute under there,” he said, looking Blake up and down, his pupils wide. He wasn’t just flattering him. He wanted Blake, too.

  That felt good.

  That was all Blake really needed to know to have the confidence to go through with this.

  He grabbed a fistful of the sweater Rusty was wearing, reeling him in, gasping as the soft fabric brushed against him.

  Rusty’s lips crashed into his, soft and full and perfect, turned up into a grin that nothing seemed to wipe off his face. He hummed into the kiss, pinning Blake against the wall with his chest even as he tugged at his belt buckle, finally opening his jeans and pulling them down with his underwear in one movement, leaving them to pool around Blake’s ankles as his newly-freed cock sprang up toward his belly.

  “Your turn,” Blake said, panting for breath as he pulled at Rusty’s buckle, his fingers clumsy in his eagerness. He eventually shoved Rusty’s pants down and out of the way, his knuckles brushing over the hard length of Rusty’s cock through his underwear.

  Blake swallowed.

  Rusty suddenly felt huge, but…

  He wanted this.

  He could take it. He’d seen enough porn to know that he could, with enough lube and patience.

  Lube was the easy part. Patience, less so.

  Rusty stepped back to pull his sweater over his head, revealing strong, muscular shoulders trailing down in a perfect V-shape to a narrow waist.

  Blake’s gaze paused on the trail of red hair disappearing into the waistband of Rusty’s underwear. He licked his lips in anticipation, taking in the way Rusty’s erection was tenting the front of his boxer-briefs.

  “See something you like?” Rusty asked, grinning at him again.

  Blake nodded silently, blood pounding in his ears. His stomach was tied up in knots, half nerves, half arousal.

  The arousal half was winning. He’d never been this turned on his life.

  He couldn’t wait to do this.

  “I want that,” Blake said, blushing. He was surprising himself a lot on this vacation, and that apparently wasn’t about to let up anytime soon.

  Rusty tilted his head toward the bed. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get the lube.”

  Blake didn’t need to be told twice, the wide bed already calling to him. Rusty’s room was nice, cream, gold, and red furnishings playing up the luxury of the place. It was a little much for Blake’s taste, but the silk sheets were a really, really nice feeling against his already overheated skin.

  He bit his lip as Rusty returned, looming over him with a tube of lubricant and a wrapped condom in his hand. A tiny wave of relief washed over Blake as he realized that they were on the same page as far as protection went.

  Rusty seemed like a good guy. Blake didn’t know him well, but he hadn’t been uncomfortable around him for a second. That was unusual enough that it had to mean something.

  “You happy there?” R
usty asked, tearing open the condom with his teeth. Blake had missed him taking his underwear off, and now he was at the wrong angle to see his cock, but he didn’t need to. He’d felt it. Seeing it would only make him nervous now.

  “I’d be happier if you were touching me,” Blake said, thrilled at his own forwardness. He wasn’t going to let himself be afraid of asking for what he wanted.

  Rusty grinned at him, reaching out to splay his hand over Blake’s stomach, trailing his way down, pausing to tickle his belly button, making him squirm against the smooth, cool sheets under him.

  He was about to be fucked by the most beautiful man he’d ever met. The thought alone was enough to set a fire deep in his gut, need already making him tense.

  Rusty curled his fingers around Blake’s cock, tugging it once, twice, and then letting go.

  Before Blake could voice an objection, Rusty uncapped the lube and poured a generous amount onto his fingers.

  Blake’s stomach muscles relaxed a little, fear that Rusty wouldn’t use enough lube, or might be too rough or eager for him starting to dissipate. He could trust Rusty. He just knew that he could, deep down.

  Nerves were normal, but he knew Rusty wouldn’t hurt him.

  “Too impatient for foreplay?” Rusty asked, smirking down at him.

  “This is foreplay,” Blake said.

  He wasn’t sure that was entirely true. Maybe other people kissed and touched for hours before they had sex.

  He couldn’t have waited that long. Not this time, not when he was so close to getting what he wanted.

  Rusty chuckled. “I like you,” he said, trailing his fingers down the back of Blake’s raised thigh.

  Blake bit his lip as Rusty brushed over his hole. He’d experimented by himself more times than he could count, but no one else had ever touched him here. Rusty’s fingers were strong, and confident, and so close to where Blake so desperately wanted them.

  He gasped as Rusty pressed a fingertip inside him without further warning, a spurt of precome leaking from his cock at the tiny amount of pressure.

  “Sensitive?” Rusty asked softly, looking up to meet Blake’s eyes.

  Blake nodded. “A little. I’ll be fine,” he said.

  “‘Course you will,” Rusty beamed at him. “I’ll take care of you.”

  Blake believed that. Rusty was loud and brash and seemed to be incapable of taking anything seriously, but Blake knew he’d treat him well. Rusty was one of the good guys.

  It was a shame he was going home in a few days.

  Blake spread his legs wider as Rusty shoved his finger further inside, rocking it in and out, twisting to ease Blake’s stubborn, nervous muscles. It was working. Warmth settled over Blake’s body, radiating out from deep in his belly, the pleasure of having Rusty’s finger inside him overriding the strangeness of it.

  Rusty’s other hand rested on his hip, holding him in place as he squirmed and gasped, wanting more before he was even used to what he already had. Blake’s body was getting the idea quickly, it was just his mind that needed the encouragement.

  “More?” Rusty asked, lining a second finger up against Blake’s hole.

  Blake nodded eagerly. He wanted more. He wanted everything Rusty was willing to give him.

  Blake’s back arched away from the mattress as Rusty shoved a second finger inside him, sparks of pleasure bouncing all the way down his spine, his cock leaking onto his stomach again.

  Rusty made a soft noise of approval that went straight to Blake’s cock.

  “So responsive,” Rusty purred. “You’re gorgeous. Perfect.”

  Blake’s neck prickled as blood rushed to it, making him blush all the way from his collarbones to the tips of his ears. Perfect. No one had ever called him that before.

  “You too,” he mumbled, in awe that Rusty had looked twice at him at all. He was so cool, and so hot, and Blake didn’t understand how he’d caught his attention, but he wasn’t about to complain. Rusty’s attention was almost better than sex.

  Almost. Sex was turning out to be pretty awesome.

  “I could do this to you all day,” Rusty said, looking him up and down.

  “I want your cock,” Blake responded, surprising himself again.

  He did want Rusty’s cock, though. If his fingers felt this good, it had to be better.

  “You feel ready?” Rusty asked, wetting his lips. Blake could see that he was eager, too. That he wanted to be inside him.

  He hoped he’d feel as good for Rusty as he was positive Rusty would for him.

  Blake didn’t know if he was ready, but there was really only one way to find out. “When you are,” he said.

  Rusty paused, looking him up and down again, and then slid his fingers almost all the way out. Blake held his breath in anticipation, his heart pounding at the thought of finally getting Rusty’s cock.

  Rusty shoved his fingers back inside, three of them this time, and Blake’s brain shorted out for a split second, his ears ringing as the breath was knocked out of him. He gasped for air, his lungs burning from the shock, precome pooling on his belly as his cock leaked freely.

  He bit down on his lip, willing himself not to come from this. Rusty had brushed something inside him that he assumed was his prostate, and between the sudden jolt of pleasure and the intense fullness of having three fingers all the way inside him, he was right on the edge.

  There was no way he wanted to come before he’d had a chance to feel Rusty’s cock. He’d waited too long for this to stumble just as he was about to get it.

  Rusty laughed, pulling his fingers out slowly, making Blake hiss at the loss.

  He wasn’t above begging. Not if that was what it took. He needed Rusty, and he needed him now.

  Rusty shifted his position, lifting Blake’s thigh up, pushing it back as he lined himself up. Blake gasped as the head of Rusty’s cock brushed against his oversensitive hole, a rush of arousal making him squirm all over again.

  “Think you can get your knee over my shoulder?” Rusty asked, bending forward.

  It was Blake’s turn to grin now. He swung his leg over Rusty’s shoulder easily, bending the other leg so that his knee was tucked over Rusty’s hip.

  Rusty’s eyes widened, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Bendy,” he said. “Should’ve opened with ‘I can fold myself in two,’ mate.”

  “‘I like your jacket’ wasn’t a good enough opener for you?” he asked.

  “Apparently it was,” Rusty shifted again, lining himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against Blake’s hole. “I would’ve taken ‘hey, wanna get naked together?’ too.”

  Blake laughed, but it was cut off by Rusty pushing forward, the head of his cock slipping inside Blake’s body, stretching him just a little too much, a burst of pressure making him wriggle as Rusty shoved forward, filling him inch by inch until he was in as deep as he could go, his balls brushing against Blake’s ass.

  Blake bit down on his lip again, overwhelmed by how full he felt, how thick Rusty was—too thick, his body struggling to adjust, his stomach clenching as he tried to force himself to relax again.

  Rusty stroked his thigh, soothing the tension there, helping him breathe through it. Like he knew. Like he cared.

  Blake groaned low and long as his body finally adjusted, tense muscles loosening up, his stomach relaxing again. He breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he wasn’t about to have to back out at the last moment.

  “You okay?” Rusty asked.

  “Better than okay,” Blake responded, letting his head fall back into the pillow it was resting on. All he could see at this angle was Rusty’s arm above him, muscles tense as he gripped the headboard.

  This was going to be good.

  “Little tight,” Rusty said, his voice strained. He rested his hand on Blake’s stomach again, rubbing his thumb in small circles, just barely missing his cock as he did so.

  “You’re a little big,” Blake murmured, rocking his hips the tiniest amount, testing how it
’d feel when Rusty started to move.

  Stars burst in front of his eyes as Rusty’s cock shifted inside him, heat and pressure making him ache with need.

  “Flattery will get you everywhere,” Rusty responded, leaning a little further forward, bending Blake practically in half.

  He could take it. He’d always been flexible, and part of him had secretly known it’d come in handy when he finally got around to being with someone.

  Blake bit his lip as Rusty pulled out almost all the way, just the head of his cock still inside Blake’s body, and then moaned as he shoved back in, his breath catching in his chest as Rusty filled him all over again, touching him deeper inside than he could ever manage by himself.

  Sex with other people was amazing.

  “More,” Blake demanded, too turned on to wait any longer. He knew what he wanted. He wanted Rusty, hard and fast and now, fucking him so that the headboard banged against the wall.

  Rusty apparently didn’t need to be told twice, his second thrust coming harder and faster, slamming into Blake’s body, making him gasp at the intensity. He felt as though Rusty had figured out every sensitive spot he had and was touching every one of them at once.

  Blake screwed his eyes shut, stars bursting behind his eyelids, the bedsprings creaking under him as Rusty filled him over and over, arousal building faster than Blake could handle, blood rushing in his ears.

  He was going to come too soon. He was going to embarrass himself in front of the most beautiful man he’d ever met, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

  Not with his cock brushing against the skin of Rusty’s stomach, the sensitive head catching and dragging, smearing precome all over. It was too much, too much to bear, and Rusty wasn’t slowing down, the headboard banging against the wall behind them, Rusty grunting and moaning above him, getting off on Blake’s body.

  It was too much.

  Blake reached down between them, curling his fingers around his cock to get himself off. He couldn’t hold out any longer. He needed to come.

  He gasped as soon as he made contact with his own oversensitive cock, biting down on his lip as he brushed his thumb over the head, his knuckles dragging against the soft skin of Rusty’s stomach.